The Globe

A glowing red sign beckons drinkers into this sprawling Irish saloon, housed in a 19th-century building that supposedly did time as a speakeasy. Inside, well-poured pints of Guinness and Boddingtons, a decent whiskey lineup, and some welcome nods to the past—a low tin ceiling and filament bulbs that bathe the barroom in warm light—deliver on the Globe’s promise as a gussied-up Gramercy watering hole. But two sports-dominated flat-screens and a blaring pop soundtrack (Ja Rule and Miley Cyrus?) spoil the mystique. Famished drinkers should skip the equally uninspiring pub menu—the pedestrian “Globe Burger” came with a bone dry bun and a bland smothering of mushrooms.